There was only one visitor chair and it was at the edge of the desk."You dance pretty good for a amateur. So why did your husband leave you?" he asked...."Something about another man," I suggested with a smile."In other words you are a slut?" he asked."I would never admit to that," I said seriously."You will if you want to work for me," he said showing a mean streak."Alright I guess I am to some people," I said hedging."No Lucy, say it," he demanded."I'm a slut," I said looking down at the top of. It was a long kiss and my arms went round her waist. She pressed against me and must have felt my growing erection. She looked confused, as well she might. ‘Sorry,’ I said, ‘but you do that to me.’ ‘Not that,’ she said, smiled and kissed me again. We necked for about half an hour and then she went in. For the rest of the following week we continued our journeys to and from school, and she continued to hang out with Barry during the day. On Thursday morning she said, ‘Come home with me. We even have a community orchestra composed of Sonia, myself, Amber, Maria and a number of others. We have taught them how to play the many instruments that Malok had so graciously left for me in the hidden trap door beneath the smaller pod. Our little musical group has now swelled to almost thirty members.Malok, the surprising versatile individual he is, plays a number of instruments, but his most treasured is a real Stradivarius violin. He and his wives have often joined us, as we play the. It came out in 1975, so I think at least three generations of girls have read it, and maybe a lot of guys interested in sex.’ ‘It gets pretty yucky at the end,’ Mikie said. ‘Katherine leaves Michael for this other guy she hardly knows. I wonder if Michael blew himself away with a shotgun or something.’ ‘Lots of guys have wondered that,’ Sue replied. ‘But remember the guy who tried to hang himself about 50 pages earlier. Michael wouldn’t do anything that stupid, would he? Even over a girl?’.